Hitch
Leaving the jeeps behind didn't feel right, but the Sarge knows we need to sneak up on the camp out there. I just hope it doesn't rain while we're headed out. The clouds are freakish, whirling while there's almost no wind down here.
We walked about a quarter mile to get closer and a better look at the stones. The sand is getting … wet? We crawled to the top of a dune and took a look. Where did a swamp come from? There's dark vegetation, water, and something moving in the water. It's dark down there, and it is down, like a circle was drawn and everything was set down inside it.
There's lots of movement. Lots of natives in cloaks and robes with hoods. Some of them look sick, they shuffle along, backs bent. I can hear dogs howling when they go near one of the palisades they've set up. The walls are tall enough we can't get a look in, but I'd bet one of the two holds the Germans and our guys.
A bunch of the robed men opened the gate into one of the structures. Several went in and then came out carrying someone. Long hair, slender, looks like the woman we met earlier. Her feet are dragging in the sand as they take her over to the other structure and literally toss her through the gate. I catch a glimpse of several other women inside. I guess that answers the question about what happened to the missing women from the camp we found.
We need to do something, but what?